Charles had a wild hunch-was it Clara again?

"Who are you looking for?" he asked.

"My wife, Clara."

"Oh, your wife." The words slipped out casually, but then he practically squeaked, "Wait, who? Your wife? Since when did you get married? Who's the unlucky woman who'd marry a stiff like you? Oh, Clara-what?! Clara again?!"

He realized he'd let something slip and reached for his pen to knock some sense into himself, but the guy on the other end must've picked up on it, because the call cut off right away.

Charles swore under his breath and tried calling back, but no answer.

Man, that guy was sharp-just one slip and he already figured someone was looking for him.

Putting his phone away, Charles headed upstairs, dragging the doctor along to Clara's room.

"Heal her. Do whatever it takes, just wake her up, now."

his neck. "Young master, I told you just wait. She'll wake up on

She needs to wake up now. Don't you have any medicine or something? Give her a

lost consciousness that night. Her willpower is scary, honestly. Back in the underground fight club, plenty of grown

finished speaking when Clara on the bed slowly

aside and hurried over. "Clara, you're finally awake! Do you know who I am? Wait-do you know

looking around the room before her eyes

about her eyes making him uneasy -they were too clear, almost

looked

processing. When it finally clicked, he grabbed the doctor and

"What the hell? Is

thinks you're her brother, which isn't actually a bad thing. You haven't gotten through to Dylanget,

She's not

worry about much. He cared about his dogs, listened to his two older brothers, and couldn't be bothered

get used to having me as her brother She'll get attached, and then Dylan won't stand a chance. Besides, when we were abroad, he and my brothers never got

nodded but warned, "Just

from the Chesters, originally to look after the two eldest. If anything ever happened to Charles's dogs, he'd be

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